They said he was a flake, that he wasn’t
worthy enough to give the cold shoulder,
when all he did was show caution. It
wasn’t ignorance, just a desire to be careful.
He began to open his words, but then that
became the concern. He would melt on them.
They couldn’t handle his real warmth.
They decided to enucleate his eyes. It was a
nuclear reaction, as his kindness kicked in to
hyperdrive. He realized they were sick of him
being the nucleus of this corrupt world.
What bothered him was how they believed
angels were so much better than mortality.
It was unfair thinking, and that was what let him
mourn anyway. They led him to an alley, and he
went with his hands cuffed, their goal to stop this
criminal from making the world a place to live in.
They stabbed him with knife blades, and he
bled purity. He would never understand why
they were the ones that could not see.